Santa Baby

By J.C. Valentine

Sunny’s outlook on the holidays isn’t so merry, but when she gets roped into playing Mrs. Claus for the local hospital, she discovers Christmas miracles aren’t just reserved for the children.

Note: This is a standalone short story with plenty of heat to chase away that winter chill, an HEA, and NO cliffhangers!

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.C. Valentine
• Release date: Dec 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386615446

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ABOUT THIS BOOK

Sunny’s outlook on the holidays isn’t so merry, but when she gets roped into playing Mrs. Claus for the local hospital, she discovers Christmas miracles aren’t just reserved for the children.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

What to say...It’s been a hell of a year! If you’ve been following me on social media, then you know life has thrown me my fair share of curveballs. It was SO HARD to work through it all to get to this point while I tried to regain my edge. I think I’ve got it back now, and I’m so proud to be able to deliver this hot and spicy new series to you, my readers! Thank you so much for your kindness and patience. You’re the best <3

I would be remiss if I didn’t thank my family and friends. Mom, Mitzi, Mia, Holly, Cheryl: you have been the anchors in my life. You’ve kept me strong, even through (numerous) moments of self-doubt. You’ve kept me focused and cheered me on every step of the way. Thank you for never losing faith in me even when I did. There aren’t enough words in the world to describe how much I love and appreciate you.

Finally, I have to thank my kids, because they’re my driving force in this world. Everything I do, I do for you!

Chapter One

How did I get talked into this? Looking back, I know exactly where things went sideways. I should have skipped that last mimosa.

It started with Roberta’s retirement party. She wasn’t exactly the likable sort—kind of stodgy, rigid. But she was also like everyone’s grandmother, which is why everyone tolerated her. That and she made an amazing pineapple upside-down cake that made everyone look forward to the monthly potluck.

I would miss those cakes, but Roberta was eloping with some Polynesian guy she’d met in one of those outdoor yoga sessions, and apparently, it was love at first downward dog.

So yeah...

Seventy-year-old Roberta found love, and here I am, thirty-four, single as a Pringle, and not a prospect in sight. Hence the drinking. And also why I’m standing here in front of the storage closet while Travis rummages through dusty old boxes to find the Santa outfit I somehow got roped into wearing.

I am severely displeased.

The first thing I did when I arrived at the office this morning while nursing a hangover was tried to get out of it. Travis wouldn’t hear of it. Apparently, every year they get some poor schmuck to agree to dress up and play Santa to the kids down at the children’s hospital, and it usually falls to the newest member of the team.

Since I was hired in just after the New Year, that poor, unsuspecting fool happens to be me.

Plus, I’m the only one, supposedly, who doesn’t have out-of-town plans. I’m it by default on more than one level.

Lucky me.

Found it!

I snap to attention as Travis climbs over boxes on his way over to me, holding a mass of red fabric over his head like a trophy.

I groan, depressed at the thought of having to put that thing on. I can already smell the mothballs. Just what I need to make it look like I put on an extra fifty pounds instead of ten. It’s a holiday tradition, eating cookies and fudge and pies. My sweet tooth cannot be denied, so every year I pack on a little extra insulation to get me through the cold winter months.

Travis gives me a flirty smile and wink as he hands over what I now realize is a lot less red than I’d originally thought. You’ll look anything but fat in this, trust me.

The way he said that makes me completely distrustful of him. Narrowing my eyes, I reluctantly accept the offering, shaking it out as I say suspiciously, What is that supposed to me—oh...

This is not the Santa suit I’d expected. It’s...well... I think you went to the wrong costume shop, little buddy, I say sarcastically, because this has to be a joke. I think you need to go back in there and find the rest of it.

Travis’s smile is positively wicked now. "That is the rest of it."

My eyes widen, and I look at it again. Where did you find this thing, Strippers R Us? I can’t wear this!

Like the asshole big-brother-type that he is, Travis playfully pokes the end of my nose. You sure can, hon, and you’ll do it with a smile on your face and merry little laugh, too. Closing up the closet, he locks it back up and brushes by me. "Make sure you dry-clean that thing before you put